#i still love them...

[invisiblegarabgetruck]

[glitch-e-stardust]

finally remember how to make art go for the first time in months. and this is the shit i’m using it for... welp.

[alicentpark]

it’s 2017 and i’m reading margaery/sansa fanfic,,,,,,, why can’t i love myself

[fairmonkey]

sometimes i open my old wip(s) and gaze upon them tenderly. i miss the times i was obsessed with u

[taniushka12]

two years ago i started writing a fic but dropped it bc canon punched me in the face, but the other day i reread it and it still fucked so now i Finally finished writing it (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

follow your dreams *★,°*:.☆(￣▽￣)/$:*.°★* 。

[silverhawk]

silverstream and greystripes late night escapades would 100% just be them fuckin around and doing their best clanmate impressions, theyre just there for a #laff mate

RIGHT!!

like i’ve always imagined them to be a jokey pair, never super serious. if i had to pin a human au on them, i always imagined them as late era hippies who want to travel the world together and play dumb music on ukuleles and guitars and all that

[kathillards]

11 + shelby/tyler

i know how much you love tyler being an idiot so

shelby/tyler + things you said when you were drunk

“I love you.”

The words rattle around in her head, drowning out the noise ofthe café and the chatter of her friends, her mind unable to be drawn away fromthe memory of last night, his lips on her neck, the words muffled into hercheek, the way his hands traced the sentiment down her hips. The hazy, drunkensmile on his face, how the words broke through her own daze of alcohol,startling her back to sobriety –

“Are you listening to me?” Riley asks, annoyed. Shelby blinks,shaking her head to clear it, but he seems to take it as a ‘no’ and storms offin a huff. Shelby sighs and drops her head into her hands, wishing TylerNavarro didn’t have the power to reduce her to a non-functional mess of a humanbeing with three words.

Speak of the devil – “Hey, Shelby,” he says cheerfully,looking completely hangover-free as he bounds into the kitchen. “How’s theshift going?”

Shelby gapes at him, unable to believe the words coming out ofhis mouth. “How’s – how’s my shift going?”

Confusion furrows his brow. “Well… yeah, aren’t you on shift?”

She opens her mouth, then closes it, then opens it again. “Actually,it’s time for my lunch break,” she says snappily, and flounces out of thekitchen before he can catch her.

Outside in the hallways of the museum, the reality of theirconversation crashes down on her. Hedoesn’t remember. It was a ridiculous thought – of course he didn’t remember, he had been drunk out of his mind and,until he’d said it, so had she. Why was she expecting him to remember even atiny bit of what happened last night? Shecertainly hadn’t thought she would.

Still. The sting of his cheerfulness, his completeobliviousness, sours her steps as she walks aimlessly through the exhibits. It’snot technically time for lunch, so all the others are still on shift, whichmeans she thankfully doesn’t have to run into them, and the museum is largeenough for her to avoid Kendall, so even with all the people around her, shethinks she’s pretty well safe from –

“Shelby?”

Having to see him.

“Aren’t you working?” she demands, turning to see him standingat the opening of the suddenly empty hallway, looking a little lost even as hisgaze finds and pins her to the spot.

“Aren’t you?” hecounters, moving closer. Shelby tries to step back, but her feet won’t move,still like magnets drawing him towards her. “Shelby, what’s going on?”

She studies the floor as intently as he’s studying her,pressing her lips together so they won’t betray her by blurting something out.Tyler leans closer, a frown on his face when he realizes she’s not talking.

“Did something happen last night?” he asks, voice going soft,almost shy, embarrassed. She snaps her gaze to him, wonders if he remembersmore than she thinks, if he’d been purposely repressing the memory earlier –

That was even worsethan him not remembering. “I don’t know. Do you know?” she challenges.

His silence is a good answer.

“You remembered,” Shelby says slowly. “And you were just gonna…pretend it didn’t happen?”

“No!” Tyler says, defensive now. “I was gonna – wait for a betterplace to – I didn’t know if youremembered and I – I mean, the kitchen is full of people, I wasn’t just gonna –”

“Did you mean it?” she asks, raising her voice so it covershis stammering. He goes quiet instantly, his face indecipherable as he staresat her. She tries not to feel anxious about the answer. “Did you mean it?”

Tyler runs his tongue over his lips, a nervous gesture. Atleast she’s not the only one. “Um, are you going to hate me if I say yes?”

She can’t help the way her heart flip-flops over itself. “You’rean idiot,” she sighs. He has time to grin sheepishly before she yanks him intoa kiss much, much better than the ones from last night.

[hellagoodhaylor]

I did not waste almost 10 years on a band for them to just end without an explanation. They were my everything. They helped me through. I'm alive because of them. I stuck with them through everything. And no they're just going to just disappear from the planet of the Earth with no explanations?! How is that even right?!